Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 20: My last wish, I hope they can take a look at me...

Hearing the woman's words, Zhang Ye couldn't help but asked curiously: "What's wrong with him?"

The woman was about to say something, but she swallowed her words immediately: "Don't ask around, I'm right. Don't stay with him for too long."

The woman didn't want to say more, and Zhang Ye couldn't ask more questions.

The two of them walked in the village like this.

We walked for more than ten minutes.

Walking to the edge of the village, the woman pointed to a lonely house not far away: "That's the Anping family."

"Remember what aunt said, don't stay too long, he...he is a little abnormal."

After saying that, the woman hurriedly left.

Zhang Ye looked at the woman's leaving figure, and then looked at the house where "Anping Jie" lived.

What the woman just said described An Pingjie as a terrifying existence.

Zhang Ye, on the other hand, doesn't believe this nonsense at all.

Without thinking much, he walked towards the dilapidated house.

When he came to the door of the house, looking at the door that might fall apart with a kick, Zhang Ye stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door.

"Is this the Anping Family?" Zhang Ye asked.

A rapid coughing sound was heard in the house, and then a weak voice came out: "Who is it? Are you here to find me?"

"Excuse me." Zhang Ye responded, carefully opened the door and walked into the house.

It's very dark inside the house. Even if there is sunlight shining through the window, it has no effect at all and it is still a little dark.

Through the weak sunlight, you can vaguely see the spider web-like cracks on the wall.

There is also a strong smell in the house, which is commonly known as "old man smell", as well as the smell of some spoiled food.

Standing in the room, Zhang Ye realized why the woman was talking so much about An Pingjie.

Inside the room, hanging on one wall was a patched Taoist robe, a mahogany sword that looked like it would turn into powder at the slightest touch, and some Taoist utensils on the broken table below.

Apart from these things, there is nothing else in the house.

It's nothing more than four walls.

Walking towards the house where the old man made a sound.

Only then did Zhang Ye see An Pingjie.

An Pingjie was lying on the bed, covered with a stained quilt.

His face is extremely old, with deep wrinkles, deeply sunken eye sockets, and almost all his teeth.

"Young man, who are you?" An Pingjie saw Zhang Ye come in, struggled to get up from the bed, and stared at Zhang Ye with his cloudy eyes.

Zhang Ye looked at the old man and said with a smile: "Mr. An, did you sell Yangchun noodles a few years ago? At the foot of a big mountain."

Upon hearing this, An Pingjie's cloudy eyes moved: "How do you know? Young man."

Zhang Ye did not answer the question, but continued to ask: "When you sold Yangchun noodles, did you always have a few soldiers who used to eat noodles on credit?"

An Pingjie's energy and energy recovered a little, and his cloudy eyes were shining brightly: "Yes! A few soldiers came over to eat noodles."

"Young man, how do you know this?" An Pingjie asked, his tone very anxious.

Zhang Ye gently comforted An Pingjie: "Don't be excited, don't be excited, old man, they asked me to come to you."

An Pingjie nodded: "Okay, okay, are those guys okay now? Didn't they endure hardship in the army?"

"At that time, those boys came here to eat noodles all day long, saying how terrible the food on the mountain was. I thought they were quite nice people, and I never asked them for money. They couldn't eat much anyway. How much does a bowl of noodles cost?”

"I have no children in my life. When I look at them, I feel like I am looking at my own children."

"But then one day, those young men never came again, and then I became a little unwell, so I went back to the village."

An Pingjie said to himself.

Zhang Ye was standing by, listening patiently.

"Okay, it's good. It's good that someone can still remember me as an old man. It's good." An Pingjie murmured to himself, his tone revealing joy but also sadness.

Zhang Ye's Adam's apple moved and he said with a smile: "They are doing very well now. Don't worry about them."

He did not tell the old man that those soldiers had died and there was only one person left, but there was not much news.

It is no exaggeration to say that Anping Yue was buried up to his neck in soil.

If he was told that the soldiers were dead, he was afraid that An Pingjie might not be able to accept it.

In particular, Anpingjie regarded those soldiers as his own children.

"Old man, they found me this time because they wanted me to transfer the money to you. They have eaten so many bowls of noodles from you back then, so many years of noodles money, and your kindness to them. They all remember it in their hearts." Zhang Ye took out six brown paper bags from the pocket of his windbreaker. The thickness of each brown paper bag alone was worth tens of thousands.

Zhang Ye supported Anpingjie and placed the brown paper bag in front of Anpingjie.

An Pingjie didn't even look at the six brown paper bags, but still said to himself: "Young man, take the money back. If it was for money, I wouldn't have let them buy it on credit at that time."

"Besides, you have seen the body of an old man like me. I can still live for a few days. What's the use of taking this money? I don't have any children, so it's useless to give me this money."

Then, An Pingjie looked at Zhang Ye with expectation in his eyes, and held Zhang Ye's hand tightly: "My only wish now is that those boys can come and see me before I die, and I will be satisfied." .”

Zhang Ye turned his head and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

They will never be able to visit you in this life...

But Zhang Ye could only say this in his heart.

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